Just so you know...
a poem for my love
I don’t know what to say when you ask how I feel
I don’t know why we’re here I don’t know if I’m real
I don’t know if the path I’m on goes on for long
I don’t know when my mind next will play a new song
I don’t know when my gut next will be on my side
I don’t know what to do when I just want to hide
I don’t know how to act I don’t know what to say
I don’t know how to face this life day upon day
I don’t know why my head most days won’t let me rest
I don’t know why they tell me I’ll know what is best
I don’t know who it is that they want me to be
I don’t know why no one else can see the real me
I don’t know if I’ll ever know what I must do
I just know that “I don’t know” is safe, here, with you
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Comments (3)
Very nice poem with all the questións we all ask... But ultimately learn to live with. Great job Ruth!
Powerful ending!!! Fabulous poem!!! Loving it!!!
I don't know what to say..., except that I can relate completely. (Though my wife does get frustrated when I answer, "I don't know.")